Chapter 547
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âJonathan, can I only do what you want? I canât have my own thoughts or concerns, and I canât make you angry. You say you love me, but have you ever respected me?â Rosalie said.
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. All the emotions vanished from his eyes, leaving only a deep and dark look. After a while, he finally said, âDo you want me to respect you?â
His cold voice sounded in the room with a sense of desolation.
She laughed at herself. âI said something stupid. If you really respected me, I wonât be locked up here.â
âI can respect you and satisfy everything you want. I will do whatever you want me to. But you must love only me. You canât think about or long for other men,â he murmured.
For him, being able to say such words was already putting himself in a humble position.
But Rosalie just said indifferently, âThe premise of you respecting me is me loving you. And if I donât love you, youâll control my will, preferences, and thoughts, right?â
His thin lips were compressed into a straight line, and his eyes darkened.
However, she didnât show any timidity or retreat when facing his eyes. Or it might be that she had retreated enough and didnât want to anymore. âJonathan, if this is what your respect is going to be like, then I donât need it.â
âReally? You donât need it,â he said in a low voice. Suddenly, he picked her up and walked towards the bed.
She instantly started struggling. âWhat are you going to do?â
âDidnât you say that you donât need my respect? So, I donât have to respect you, do I?â As he spoke, he threw her directly on the bed and pulled open his own collar with his slender fingers.
His expression and even his tone were faint, but this kind of behavior made her feel scared. The night he brought her here, he had almost done it with her in this very room!
And nowâ¦
Rosalie struggled almost instinctively to get up, trying to escape from the bed.
But before her feet touched the ground, Jonathanâs arm had already held her waist again and then pressed her heavily on the -bed. âIt seems that I have always respected you so much that you donât know what disrespect is!â
He kissed her lips as if he was going to devour all of her, taking her breath away.
Although Rosalie struggled hard, it was useless.
Just as she was about to bite him as if he had sensed it, Jonathan suddenly grabbed her chin and cheeks with his fingers. Suddenly, Rosalie couldnât move her jaw at all. She could only bear his kiss passively.
Her struggle and resistance were completely suppressed by him, which made her scared.
As his kisses went further down, her body trembled uncontrollably, and tears poured out of her eyes inadvertently.
Drops of tears flowed down her cheek and made his lips taste salty.
Jonathan suddenly paused and slowly propped himself up. All he saw was that her face was full of tears, and her body shaking uncontrollably.
âDid I scare her?â he asked himself.
He wanted to scare her, teach her a lesson, and let her know that he was kind to her. He wanted her to understand what she would face if he really didnât have any respect for her.
But when he saw her like this, he only felt that his chest was stuffy as if he was punishing himself!
He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face. âDonât cry. I wonât force you anymore.
Not now, and not in the future.â
Rosalie looked at him in a daze as if she couldnât believe he would say such words.
In fact, she didnât expect that she suddenly and unexpectedly would cry so hard. She told herself in her heart that even if he had managed to force himself on her, it would be fine. She could just take it as a ghost pressing on top of her body.
But⦠When she was really in such a situation where she was completely unable to fight back, scenes from her time in prison would flash through her mind. It was the same as it was in prison; it seemed that no matter how hard she struggled, the pain imposed on her wouldnât be reduced halfway.
It seemed that in the eyes of those people, she was not a human at all. She was just a punching bag for them to vent their anger on and a tool that could be used to get benefits.
Her so-called human rights and dignity were all being crushed to pieces!
Rosalie looked at Jonathan through the tears brimming in her eyes.
His dark eyes met hers. âDonât worry. I, Jonathan, am a man of my word.â
It turned out that her tears and fear were this heavy to him.
As long as she was no longer so afraid of him, he could lower his head in front of her, get on his knees for her, and put down all his pride!
In the hall of the Gunner residence, Horatio Gunner looked at his son. He had been very proud of Calvin ever since he was born. Horatio hardly needed to worry about anything for a long time.
The only exception was the kidnapping. Although his son had escaped cleverly afterward and went to the hospital by himself, and even called the police, after that, he had been obsessed with finding someone for all these years.
Therefore, in Horatioâs eyes, Calvin was good at everything. Just sometimes, he was too obsessed with certain people and certain things!
It was like the little girl who saved him when he was a child. Over the years, his son had been looking for her to the point of almost obsession. Even those girlfriends he had over the years kind of resembled the little girl!
Fortunately, afterward came Fiona, a woman who loved vanity. Calvin didnât have any special feelings for that woman. Horatio thought he had put down his obsession with the girl!
However, what came as a shock to Horatio was that when he finally thought he could stop worrying about Calvin, he fought with Jonathan from the Youngblood family at a banquet and even got his wrist broken.
âI heard that you have deployed a lot of people to investigate Jonathanâs whereabouts. Or should I say investigating the whereabouts of a woman?â Horatio said.
Calvin said indifferently, âDad, this is my business. Donât interfere.â
âDonât interfere?â Horatio raised his eyebrows and said, âIn the past, I could not interfere when you insisted on finding that person. If you want to have those messy girlfriends, I can also not interfere. But now, you want to find this woman⦠Do you want Jonathan to break your other hand?â